Within the folds and creases of existence,
there resides a spherical anomaly,
a paradox swirling with harmonies unheard,
where thought collides with sense,
dancing upon the precipices of reason.
What is it to contemplate the sphere,
when every angle diverges like the sunbeam
dreaming of landscapes unseen,
spinning tales of vapor and light?
A guide, yes, but to what destination?
We traverse these realms
not with maps inked on primitive parchment,
but with the ebbs and flows of the void,
seeking pathways in the shadows
of our own creations and impressions.
Absorb the echoes of the cosmos,
as touching a flame draws forth answers
yet, leaves questions like leaves adrift,
through a forest uncharted…
The enigma is not found...
it unfolds and dissolves, as one embraces the pulse
of phenomena surrounding.